The worst (and best) thing your mother has ever done to you is marry this man and give you a mysterious, handsy stepbrother.
▸ PAIRING: Stepbrother!Nick Fowler x F!Reader
▸ WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, stepcest, brother kink, lots of groping and inappropriate touching, semi-public (aka driving) fingering, spanking, oral (f!receiving), a lil service dom!nick, a lil brat!reader
▸ WORD COUNT: 7K
▸ A/N: icb nick became my largest kinktober fic but here we are. like this man is a deranged pervert (he likes referring to himself as older brother for god's sake), you have been warned. a reminder that i am not responsible for your media consumption, please heed warnings!!! if you liked this fic, please reply/reblog/like (or all 3!) <3
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When Nick Fowler became your stepbrother, you knew he would be nothing but trouble. It’s tough enough that your mother decided to remarry without consulting you, yet it doesn’t compare to the struggle of having a new brother now living under your roof. Your previously all-female household transformed with the sudden influx of testosterone.
You had sulked and pouted through the entire announcement. It’s not entirely your fault, your mom had dropped a bombshell on you. Hey, honey, so I’ve been seeing this man for months behind your back and he proposed to me last night and he’ll be moving in with us. Oh, also he has a son, which means you now have a brother!
However, Nick didn’t let you act like a brat for too long. With a firm grip on your elbow, he quietly urges you to sit and listen properly. To act like the adult that you are and not some wronged child.
You’re not entirely sure why, but you do as you’re told.
There is an air of mystery around Nick. Your mom is extra hush-hush when it comes to talking about what he does for work, which means she says absolutely nothing at all. Your suspicion is that she doesn’t know either. When you asked him once, he gave some poor excuse of an answer about being an accountant — a job nobody wants to hear about, which means it does not prompt further questioning. But you had given him a stink-eye that signaled you smelled his bullshit.
Nick had only smiled, calm and rehearsed.
There are times when he disappears for days. No one seems to sound any alarms. When he returns a week or two later, it is as if nothing has changed. Nobody mentions the newly-healed scar on his jaw or the fact that his nose is now slightly crooked. Your questions to your mother are answered by waves of indifference and a reminder telling you to behave around your new brother.
Beyond that, it’s the authority that he commands in every room. While his father is clearly the new head of the household, there’s a firmness to Nick’s stance that has everyone on edge. You’ve noticed his father squirming more than once when Nick is being particularly curt, but the older man doesn’t point it out. Your mother chooses not to address the tension, which leaves you at an impasse.
Whatever he does for a living, it’s clear that he is used to being the one in charge.
It’s not only his secret occupation that bothers you. It’s the way that he behaves around you. In front of your parents (yes, plural now), he is calm and cordial. When they turn their backs to him, his eyes flash with something more dangerous. A look that you can’t quite pinpoint, but still has goosebumps rising on your skin.
There have been multiple occasions when he has stood a little too close for comfort. Shuffling behind you in the kitchen to grab a mug above your head, hips brushing yours as his arms cage you in. One arm on the counter next to your hip and the other reaching above your head.
Or when he comes to the breakfast table late and slides a warm hand around the back of your neck as he slips into the seat next to you, rumbling “morning” to the parents and another one softly to you. His touch leaves behind hints of his cologne that tickle your nose throughout the day.
Or when you are coerced into attending weekly, family movie nights and he is on the couch next to you after he strongarms you into joining. His arm settles comfortably around your shoulders as if it belongs there, as his fingers absentmindedly trace circles on your bare skin.
His behavior is a little too… intimate for your taste. Then again, you’ve never had a sibling so your head justifies this as normal. Maybe this is how all siblings — step or otherwise — interact.
That said, you aren’t blind. You know Nick is stupidly attractive with his piercing blue eyes, strong jawline, rugged features, large build, toned chest (not that you’ve seen it that much), and— you get the point. So the butterflies in your stomach when he is being more assertive with you, when he uses his big brother voice, is something you don’t question.
You’re used to being an only child. A brat really most days. So it’s a different kind of feeling when you have someone around who apparently feels like he has authority over you.
You’re not sure whether it’s a good thing yet.
It’s difficult to describe Nick. This is clear when you’re out for lunch with a friend from college, Jeanie. Since your mom is taking the family car for the day, a beat-up Subaru that has lasted longer than it should, you tell her that you can just grab an Uber home.
“I could pick you up,” Nick interjects from the kitchen where he’s sipping his coffee. “I’m running errands around there anyway. Save you the money.”
Your mom is obviously delighted that her new son is doing a favor for his new stepsibling. You, on the other hand, still have trust issues with him and hence the so-called errands he's running. So this nice act he’s selling, you don’t buy it.
So when Jeanie asks you what’s happening with this new marital arrangement, you don’t really know what to say. “You know, you haven’t told me much about this new brother of yours.”
Stiffening, you brush her off with another scoop into your shared dish, shoving it into your mouth to avoid answering. “There’s nothing to tell.”
She wiggles her spoon at you teasingly. “Oh come on, you’ve been the center of attention your entire life and now you’re sharing the spotlight. There must be something. What’s he like?”
Nick doesn’t really feel like a brother. Not with the way he lets your name sweetly roll off his tongue. Not with the way your stomach traitorously flips every time he brushes against your skin. Not with the way you can’t help but drown in his sapphire eyes.
“He’s fine. A normal adult man,” you opt to say, praying that she drops this.
“Show me a picture,” she grins, leaning forward and her eyes dart to your phone on the table.
For one reason or another, you don’t find yourself reaching for your phone. There are certainly countless family pictures that your mom has shared in your new family group chat where both you and Nick are in. Ones that download automatically to your phone. You tell yourself you’re too lazy to delete them, but a tiny part of you refuses to admit that it’s nice to keep his photo in there too. Eye candy and whatnot.
But you’re hesitant to show him to Jeanie. No doubt he’s attractive — and single as far as you can tell based on his comings and goings. Jeanie is also a man-eater and will devour any remotely good-looking man on sight. You’re not sure if you want Nick to be subjected to that. Her touching him. Touching what’s yours.
Fuck. Where did that come from?
He’s your stepbrother. He’s not yours.
“Oh, shit. Hot guy alert. My god, that is a tall drink of water in this drought. He’s really giving tall, dark, and handsome. Wonder how old he is. Don’t turn too fast— shit, wait. He’s walking this way.”
Then you hear your name. It’s said with that familiar heat coating his tongue. You can feel your insides twisting as you look up to find Nick by your table, lips curled into a pleased smirk. The fuck is he so happy about?
With your mouth dry, you clear your throat. “Nick, you’re early.”
“Wrapped up early, figured I’d check in on my baby sister.”
Those words shouldn’t have an effect on you. Yet, they do. You mask the excitement with a frown. A feigned protest at the term of endearment sits on your tongue but Jeanie beats you to it. “So you’re the new brother,” she purrs and you know that sound. She’s a woman on the hunt. “I’m Jeanie. I’ve heard great things.”
Nick’s eyes never once stray from you. The deep look in his eyes focused solely on you is flattering. Jeanie is a stunner and you’ve always had to fight for attention growing up around her, especially with men. Nick doesn’t even blink at her. His smile tips up even higher. “Have you really? Been talking about me?”
“No,” you spit out, crossing your arms over your chest petulantly.
“Don’t have to be so shy.”
“I’m not.”
Nick looks at you, appearing entertained.
Jeanie seems oblivious to the tension and instead asks, “Why don’t you join us? We still have dessert to order.”
Unfortunately for you, Nick seems out to get you today. “I could use dessert.”
“Nick,” you huff with a look. He disregards your tantrum and pulls up a chair.
Dessert is relatively uneventful for the most part. While you expect both of them to be insufferable, Nick is actually decent at managing Jeanie. Every question she throws at him, he expertly deflects. He forces his gaze to shift to her every time she asks him something before it is inevitably drawn back to you.
His eyes are calculating, like he’s assessing you and indulging in how you squirm uncomfortably.
When the bill comes, Nick smoothly slides his card onto the platter before handing it back to the waiter.
“I can pay my own bills, Nick,” you say with a purse of your lips.
The corner of his lips twitches. “I know you can, doesn’t mean you should. Let big brother take care of you.”
Jeanie laughs delightedly in the background, but your ears are ringing with the sudden heat that floods your body. Your skin ripples with warmth. Something about the way his lips curl around the syllables. How he says big brother.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you choose to look away and abandon this battle.
As the three of you step out of the restaurant, Nick wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you closer. You bite back a shiver when his fingers brush your slightly exposed midriff. “I should get this kid home before it’s too late. Good to meet you, Jeanie.”
You instinctively bite back. “I’m not a kid.”
Jeanie again ignores the push-and-pull between the two of you. She smiles brightly at Nick, fluttering her lashes at him. “Would you mind dropping me off at home too? I don’t live far from you guys.”
Nick glances at you for a brief second, and you can only look away. Then you hear him say, “Sure.”
As Nick leads the two of you to his car, much nicer and much newer than your family car, Jeanie prances to the passenger side door. It prickles some unknown irritation inside you as you press your tongue against the inside of your cheek, stomping quietly over.
However, before either of you can enter, Nick says to Jeanie, “She’s actually been getting car sick lately sitting in the back, so I’ll take her up front with me.”
Your friend looks more than mildly disappointed and, as much as you love her, you do take some satisfaction in the way Nick takes your side.
If there were sides.
Once Jeanie is tucked safely in the backseat, Nick reaches over for your door. A gentleman. You look at him with a frown, you seem to be doing a lot of that around him. “I don’t get car sick.”
“I know.”
Again, you aren’t sure what to make of that.
Confirming that you’re strapped in the passenger seat, Nick pulls out of the parking lot. The ride home is quiet, at least for you. He keeps Jeanie entertained by answering all her questions, which you admittedly also eavesdrop on.
“So what do you do for work, Nick?”
“Accounting.”
“Sounds thrilling. Do you like it?”
“Pays the bills.”
“What do you like to do outside of work?”
“Gym.”
“Mmm, you do look fit. Think you can bench me?”
“Wouldn’t know, wouldn’t try.”
You hide your smile.
When she finally exits with a promise to visit more often, no doubt to see one person that isn’t you, Nick heads out to the road again.
That’s when you feel it — a large, warm hand on your bare knee, inches below where your skirt ends. Where your skirt has ridden up slightly, but you don’t bother to adjust. For no reason whatsoever.
You don’t acknowledge the hand. In fact, you keep quiet despite the tensing of your thigh.
“What’re you thinking about?” Nick breaks the silence.
“What do you mean?”
“Been pretty quiet.”
“I’m always pretty quiet.”
“Not when you’re with me, kid. Always find something to complain about.”
You scowl, and he chuckles.
His hand lifts from your leg to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You resist turning to look at him, to see what expression he’s making — if he’s even looking at you at all. Then his hand slides down to cup the side of your neck, thumb reaching up to stroke your jaw.
It’s such a soft gesture. Brotherly. However, there is something about it that makes you tense. The way his grip is so firm on you.
Coughing to ease the thickness of the air, you shrug. “I’m fine, just lost in thought, I guess.”
“Anything you want to tell your big brother about?”
That is what has you whipping around to fake a gag at him. “Don’t call yourself that.”
You swear you see his eyes darken slightly, but his gaze is glued on the street ahead. “What do you want to call me then?”
“Nick. That’s your name.”
His lips curve again. “Kinda like calling you baby sister.”
You roll your eyes. “Only because you know it pisses me off.”
“Mm,” he hums, “I do enjoy riling you up.”
And when his hand joins his other one at the wheel, you try not to let it show how much you’re already missing the loss of his warmth. It’s a little pathetic how drawn you are to him. How you’re so easily affected by him.
It’s not as if it’s your first time with boys. You’ve had plenty in your lifetime. Hell, just last week, you indulged in an old friend. The fact that you sought him out only after Nick sat a little too close to you during movie night is purely coincidental.
Most of the time, you brush off these interactions with Nick. Maybe he is just being a good stepbrother. Maybe your hormones have just been on haywire since he arrived, since you haven’t lived in proximity to another man in a long time.
Though, you should’ve known better. You should’ve listened to your instincts.
It all comes to a head one day when you need to go pick up a few... items.
Jogging towards the door, you call out, “Mom, gonna take the car to head to the mall. I need to grab some stuff.”
“Alright, sweetheart. See you for dinner!”
Before you can make it out of the house, Nick is suddenly by your side. The keys in his hand jingle. “I’ll drive. We can take mine.”
You swallow the urge to tell him no for the sake of being annoying. Nick’s calmness is unnerving sometimes, you can’t help but want to poke the bear sleeping underneath. “Why are you going?”
“Need to pick up a couple of things too.”
“What kind of things?” You ask, suspicion lacing your voice.
In lieu of answering, he manhandles you out with a hand on your lower back.
“So what do you need to pick up?” He prompts when you’re finally on the main road.
You shoot him an annoyed look. “You didn’t even answer my question.”
“A few shirts and suits for work.”
A snort escapes you. “Ah, yes, your accounting job.”
He looks at you with a small smile. “You don’t like it?”
“I don’t like a liar.”
“Serious accusation,” Nick teases. “Why do you think I’m lying?”
“Because I’m not an idiot.”
“You never answered my question.”
When you think about what you have to pick up, you can feel heat lick your cheeks. So you deflect. “None of your business.”
After Nick parks the car, you whirl around in the lobby of the mall. “Meet back here in an hour?”
“Eager to get rid of me?”
Not necessarily but you are antsy to get your stuff and get going before he can question it too much. It’s not embarrassing per se, but you’re still a girl and he’s still a guy. Brothers don't help sisters shop for what you're looking for. Right?
“Come with me first,” he says instead.
“Why?”
“Want your opinion.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “It’s a shirt and tie, can’t be too difficult. I’m sure you’ll look good in anything.”
The compliment slips out before you can bite your tongue and, of course, Nick catches it, judging by the massive smile on her face. “Come on.”
You end up being maneuvered to the department store where there are racks and racks of similar-looking pale shirts. You follow Nick around as he plucks out a few things then disappears behind the curtain.
You’re on the couch facing said curtain, scrolling through your phone. The curtain shifts slightly and you notice that he never pulled it all the way shut. It’s not like you intend to peek. It’s not your fault that you happen to get a glimpse of his broad back flexing, muscles rippling and all, as he shrugs on a shirt.
Definitely not an accountant’s build.
When Nick steps out, the air is punched out of your lungs. Somehow, he looks even better from the front. The fabric fits him perfectly, stretching across his broad chest. He throws on a suit on top and you’re practically drooling, the phone in your hand nearly slipping out of your grasp.
“What do you think?”
Fuckin’ perfect.
Before you can respond, a clerk swoops in. Her blonde hair is swirled up into a neat updo as she straightens her uniform. “Oh, it fits you perfectly! I’ve never seen anyone wear this better.” She is laying it on thick with her hand on his arm as she leans over with a giggle.
Nick casually steps away from her touch and turns to you with more light in his eyes. “What do you think, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart? You cock a curious brow. He’s never called you that before. “Um, yeah. Looks good.”
The woman clearly can’t take a hint when she offers, “I can help you bring—”
“That won’t be necessary, we’ve got it.” Nick’s curt and coldly polite. It’s enough to send her off with her tail tucked between her legs.
You tamp down the excitement bubbling inside you.
Once he’s paid, again with his hand on your lower spine, he navigates you out. “Alright, let’s go to whatever you need to do.”
Your lips press together into a thin line. “You can wait at the food court. I won’t take long and I’ll come find you when I’m done.”
It’s Nick’s turn to raise a suspicious brow at you. “What are you buying?”
“It’s not a big deal. I’ll find you later.”
His eyes narrow. “Is this for drugs? Are you buying off someone because if you are—”
“Oh my god, I’m getting bras and underwear okay! Jesus, why’d you have to make me say it out loud?” The confession has blood rushing to your face and you rub it furiously, hoping your cool fingertips will ease some of your humiliation.
Nick looks like he’s swallowing a laugh and all you can manage is a glare. “Let’s go, sweetheart.”
Your objections fall on deaf ears as Nick makes his way towards the women’s floor. “Nick, come on. Please. This is so embarrassing.”
“What’s so embarrassing about underwear?”
“Nick!”
He fails to muffle his laughter this time as he hooks an arm around your neck. “I’m a grown man, little sis. I’ve seen my fair share of them.”
“You’re so fucking insufferable.”
If anyone sees you smile at his laugh, you’ll deny it.
Thankfully, Nick lets you roam around on your own as you pick out simple colors and designs. While your eyes are drawn to the pretty lace pieces, you convince yourself that they aren’t as practical. At some point, Nick does pop up behind you but disappears again before you can say anything.
When you slink over to the fitting room, Nick once again appears and drops a couple more into your pile.
“What?”
“Try ‘em on.”
Without questioning him further, you jump in behind the curtain. That is when you notice the new red lace bra in your hands and a sheer pastel blue one. They’re stunning. Of course, Nick would have good taste in lingerie. He probably has loads of experience, you think bitterly to yourself.
After trying on your choices, you stare at the two pieces hanging. Taunting you. Biting the bullet, you slip on the red one first. You hate to admit it but it looks gorgeous on you. The push-up gives you extra generous cleavage, the color complementing your skin.
“How’s it going in there?”
Nick’s voice makes you jump and you instinctively cover yourself up. “Fine.”
“Let me see.”
Your brain doesn’t catch up fast enough before he slips past the curtain and into the room. Your arms immediately tighten to cover yourself further. “Nick, what the fuck!”
“Language, sweetheart.”
He shamelessly, appreciatively rakes his eyes up and down your figure, gaze leaving behind a trail of fire.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, “I knew it would be perfect for you.”
“It’s a little much,” you clear your throat, arms still wrapped like a shield around your body. It only serves to push your breasts closer together.
His palm lands on your bare waist, sliding around to your abdomen. The touch sends shivers down your spine. “No, this is beautiful. You should get it.”
Your skin tingles under his gaze. You should be embarrassed. You’re half naked in front of Nick. You should also probably be alarmed that your stepbrother is in the changing room with you in a lingerie store.
But you’re not.
“Try on the other one.”
The two of you stand quietly, his stare still on your body and yours on his eyes. “Um, shouldn’t you go wait outside?”
“Try it on.”
Thrill shoots up your veins. Your heart is thrumming a little harder, a little faster. You wonder if he can hear it too. You should tell him to leave. You should shove him out of the dressing room. But you don’t.
Secretly, you’re preening in his attention. That his eyes are only on you and have only been on you.
Biting your bottom lip, you nudge him to the corner. “Can you at least turn around?”
He slowly turns with his hands up, shoulders shaking with a chuckle. You take off the red one and slide on the next one. When your gaze darts up to the mirror, you catch Nick peeking over his shoulder. “Nick!”
Unapologetically, he rolls his shoulders. “Just making sure you’re okay.”
Your fingers reach around to clasp the back but they’re flimsy and you’re struggling to hook them together. That’s when a pair of hands much larger than yours take over, fingers brushing against your spine. A gasp hitches in your throat as Nick deftly loops them through.
His hands slide down your back and up your sides as he hooks a chin over your shoulder, his stubble tickling your bare skin. His eyes roam over your body once more in the mirror.
The material is practically transparent, your nipples clear as day underneath the see-through fabric. The thin lace offers zero support. This is the most impractical piece of clothing you have ever seen. And yet—
“Gorgeous.”
Your brain can barely comprehend the situation. Nick smiles to himself and you swear you feel the slight brush of his lips against the back of your shoulder before he exits, leaving you to change again.
You’re still in a daze when you change back to your clothes, when Nick guides you to the cashier, when he swipes his card for everything you tried on. You almost miss the cashier cooing at how sweet it is that he’s buying lingerie for his girlfriend. Your mouth opens to correct her but Nick squeezes your hip.
Then you’re in the car again and Nick’s palm is on your leg, sliding higher and higher until they sneak in between your thighs. You don’t stop him. He doesn’t stop going higher.
A guttural moan rises from his chest as his fingertips brush your damp panties.
“When did you start getting wet?”
Your breathing falters again as he starts teasing your clothed slit with a finger. He doesn’t look fazed, keeping a close watch of the road ahead.
Nick hums thoughtfully when he slips a finger under the fabric to touch the moisture between your legs. Your legs involuntarily fall apart wider, granting him more access as you lean back with a soft sigh against your seat. He doesn’t push his finger in, he merely hovers. Drifting his fingertip lightly over your sensitive slit, grazing your clit until you’re sliding further down, desperate for more.
“When did you start, sweetheart?”
You whine slightly, one hand gripping the door and the other wrapping around Nick’s wrist. Whether it’s to push him away or keep him there, you’re not sure. The latter seems to be more likely. “I-I don’t know.”
“Was it when you were watching me change? Or was it when I was watching you?” He asks, voice almost sickeningly sweet as he dips two fingers now under your underwear. He hooks them on your waist and tugs the fabric down your legs, letting them fall to the floor as your thighs part even more. “Tell me.”
“Hnng, when I was changing, when you saw me in — fuck, Nick — the first bra.”
“Yeah? You enjoyed me looking at you like that?”
“Yeah,” you pant lightly, “liked seeing how much you liked how I looked in it.”
“We can do a repeat, you can do a little try-on for me again when we get home.”
Your tongue swipes your bottom lip as you tilt your head to look at him. His fingers now have full access to your aching pussy, but he’s still not doing anything more than stroking it lightly. Fucking tease.
“Nick, please,” you whimper. “Fingers. I want your fingers in me.”
He chuckles low, chancing a brief glance at you. “My sweet, sweet sister. So desperate. Are you like this with everyone?”
No. Your libido’s been through the roof since he moved in. It doesn’t help when he comes in drenched after his morning runs, even shirtless at times. Sometimes, he even steps out of the bathroom with nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. The man knows he’s attractive and he knows what he’s doing.
It’s evident now in the way he’s been touching you the last few days.
You wriggle against his hand, hoping for more, but Nick only smiles. “Why don’t you ask me nicely?”
“I did,” you whimper. “Please, Nick. Your fingers in me, please.”
“Yeah, you going to let big brother take care of you?”
Fuck, he’s such a kinky fucker.
And you like it.
A deep moan escapes you as you nod. “Yes, please. Take care of me.”
Nick finally pushes a finger into your tight opening. No matter how wide you spread your legs, how much your skirt has ridden up, it’s still a squeeze. “So fuckin’ tight, sweetheart. Look at you. Dripping and clenchin’ around me.”
“‘M so wet, Nick,” you whisper.
“You are, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
Your eyes slide shut as Nick begins fingering you slowly with one at first. Your body slumps back against the leather seat and the car’s rumbling vibrations only prove to fuel the heat brewing in your belly.
With the delicious friction lighting a fire inside your pussy, you can’t help but writhe against his hand. The base of his palm grinds against your clit as he adds another finger inside you. It’s so easy for him to slide in and out, in and out, triggering a new wave of electricity through your veins.
You’re a weak woman, putty in his hands. He is clearly a man with plenty of experience because he watches your every twitch, every jerk of your hips to find the right spots to hit. He strokes your insides intentionally, fingers reaching deep inside of you, and curls his fingers just right.
When you start to get too close, Nick slows down his ministrations which only leaves you frustrated. You whine as he pauses his hands at a stoplight, seeming to take pleasure in how you wiggle your hips into his hand. He brings you up only to drag you back down, again and again, until he’s parked outside your home.
By the time he turns the engine off, your entire body is on fire. Beads of sweat cling to your neck as you squeeze your eyes shut, waiting patiently for Nick to continue.
Nick grins salaciously as his fingers begin working you again. Fast and slow. Pumping in and out and twisting thickly inside you. You’re pretty sure the car is shaking with how you’re floundering in your seat. “Think you can cum on big brother’s fingers now? Be a good girl. Cum for me before our parents can see. Bet they heard the car pull up already. You don’t want them to come out here and see their little girl creamin’ all over her big brother’s fingers.”
It’s the final straw. Your pleasure crests and you’re grinding against his hand to ride it out, your back arching off the chair. Your pussy seizes around his fingers, pulsing as the orgasm rocks through you. Nick’s entire body turns to look at you as your chest heaves with stuttered breaths.
“Gorgeous,” Nick smiles, leaning over to leave a chaste kiss on your forehead. He slowly drags his fingers out of you, pulling another whimper from your pouty lips, and sticks them in his mouth. He moans at the flavor of you, sticky and wet on his tongue. “Fuckin’ sweet, like how I always pictured it. Such a good girl.”
The fog in your brain persists as you rest back, gulping in deep breaths. However, when it clears, the reality of the situation sinks in fast. Panic flares in your gut. “We shouldn’t have done that. Fuck, Nick. What have we done? We’re siblings for god’s sake.”
“Step siblings,” Nick corrects.
“Still, it’s not— we shouldn’t have. We live together, Nick. Fuck, this was a mistake.”
Nick catches your chin and kisses you deep, drinking in your moan as he does so. He tastes a little like him and a little like you. “Listen to me. You can walk away right now. We’ll act like this never happened. I can try and pretend like I don’t know how fucking sweet your pretty cunt tastes.”
“Nick!”
Then his lips curl up into a slow grin, tongue dragging across his teeth. “How about this — if you want your big brother to take care of you, then, when you see our parents, you call them mom and dad. If not, then you call them as you always have.”
You have refused to call his father by anything other than Mr. Fowler. He’s not family. You vowed to never call him dad because he isn’t yours. However, this is Nick’s bargain. If you acknowledge the man as your father, then you acknowledge Nick as your brother.
But it also means that you’re giving Nick the green light to give you what you really want.
When you step past the threshold and see the two in the kitchen, you freeze. They haven’t noticed you yet. Nick stands one step behind you, a sly smile dancing on his lips.
“Hey, Mom,” you blurt out and she turns and Nick’s father looks up from his phone at the table. They’re both looking at you expectantly. Waiting.
With your heart hammering against your ribs and your lips trembling, you say, “Dad.”
The way both their faces illuminate should have some sort of effect on you, but you squeak when Nick’s hand slides up your thigh and grabs your ass. The three of them make some small talk, you may have responded with a word or two, but you can’t really process the conversation with how he’s squeezing the soft skin. A gush of cool air hits you between your legs every time he kneads a cheek, separating and exposing your pussy. Your underwear is still tucked into his back pocket, cotton hanging out for all to see.
“Why don’t you both clean up for dinner? I’ll make something special tonight so it’ll take some time, but this is a big day, isn’t it? We’re a family now.” Your mother swipes away a tear as Nick’s father tucks her into his side.
Any other time, you may have softened at the sight, but right now, you’re too busy struggling to stand. Nick leans you against his side. “Sounds good, take all the time you need. We’ll get ready for dinner.”
While your parents immediately launch into dinner prep, Nick leads you upstairs and straight into your room, locking the door behind him.
Within seconds, he has you pressed up against the door, lips crashing down on yours. He swallows your whimpers and nudges your legs open with his knee. “Look at you, my little sister’s a desperate little whore. Do you spread your legs for anyone?”
Gone is the cool and composed stepbrother you know. In his place is this feral man with fire in his eyes and a rougher grip. Nick yanks you towards your bed, plops down and bends you over across his legs. His fingers go back to working your ass, pulling apart your cheeks to check on your pussy.
“Your cunt’s glistening, sweetheart. So fuckin’ wet for me.”
“Nick, please,” you whimper.
“Tell me, when was the last time you fucked anyone?”
You don’t think your answer will be the one he’s looking for so you seal your lips shut.
A palm lands on your ass with a crack, jolting you forward. The skin throbs with a dull sting from the blow. “Nick!”
“Answer my question.”
“Why does it matter?” You squirm in an attempt to free yourself from him.
However, Nick keeps you down, your legs dangling over his. He hits you with another slap on your other cheek, hand immediately coming down to soothe the sharp, sudden pain. “Because I want to know the last time you let another man in here.”
Another slap, then another, and another. At this point, you’re leaking all over his pants. You’re panting desperately, and all you want to do is have his cock fill you up. Your ass is burning with every hit, but it only exacerbates the flame burning bright in your core.
“Fuck, last week!” You finally cry out, hand flying to your mouth to muffle your sobs. “Stop please. It hurts.”
“Who fucked you?”
“An old friend! I was horny, so sue me.”
Nick laughs low, more menacing rather than amused. “Next time you want someone to fill this cunt, you come to your big brother. You got it? No one else gets to taste this, or touch this, or especially fuck this.”
You nod eagerly, desperate to get this pain over and done with. “Nick, please. Fuck me. I want you.”
“Good girl,” he coos, “at least you’re honest.”
Nick picks you up and tosses you onto the bed, quickly tugging your shirt off and your skirt down, leaving you naked and ready for him. He pulls his own shirt over his head and begins unbuttoning his jeans. You’re suddenly exposed to his delicious set of abs.
“You’re not an accountant,” you say matter-of-factly.
He only chuckles, but doesn’t respond, confirming your suspicions. Instead, he opts to slant his lips over yours again, swiping his tongue along your bottom lip, drawing out a gasp that allows him to slip in. With your tongues twisting together, spit stringing between the two of you, Nick rubs your breasts before shifting down and taking confident licks of your nipples.
“Nearly bent you over in that changing room earlier,” he groans against your tits. “Fuckin’ perfect tits with these pretty nipples. I wanted to suck you over the fabric, wanted you to walk out and hand over bras wet with my spit at the register.”
Nick swallows another gasp before it can slip into the air. He drags his tongue up to your neck and presses deep against the sensitive skin before trailing his lips back down. He sucks on your tits, hands toying and pinching and squeezing. You bring your fist to your mouth and bite down to stop yourself from whimpering too loud.
He makes his way south until he’s lifting your legs and throwing them above his shoulder as he splays out between them. He doesn’t waste a breath as he begins to lap up your leaking juices. His tongue pushes inside your opening, loosened now from his fingers, strokes up your pussy, as his lips close in around your clit. He switches between fucking you with his tongue and teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb.
“Tastes like honey, sweetheart,” he groans against your spread legs. The sound has you lifting up from the bed, moaning needily as he continues to pleasure you. “I’ll always take good care of you. If you ever need someone to lick this cunt clean or to fill it up with cum, you’re going to ask me. Gonna ask your big brother.”
“Hnng, yeah, okay. God, fuck, that feels so good.” Your fingers twist in his short hair, tugging on it as your stomach clenches with wanton need.
“Repeat it for me, sweetheart. I’m only going to ask my big brother to take care of me.”
“Nick,” you whine, “that’s embarrassing.”
“Come on,” he coaxes sweetly.
Biting on your bottom lip, you force your eyes open to look at him where he’s positioned. His lips are shiny with spit, chin glistening with your juices. Eyes on you. Always only on you. How can you say no to him?
“I’m only going to ask my big brother to take care of me,” you echo shyly.
“To lick your cunt, to fuck your pussy.”
Your complaint dies in your throat when Nick begins fucking you with his fingers and his tongue again, alternating between the two until you’re writhing on the bed. “Fuck. Nick, please. Only you. Licking my cunt. Fucking my pussy. Filling me up. Nobody else.”
“That’s my good girl,” he praises again and your toes curl with desire. “Only moved in here for you. Gave up my nice house so I can be under the same roof as you, pretty girl.”
You’re so close, you can practically taste your second orgasm of the day. However, a knock sounds at your door, which has both of you going rigid.
“Hey, honey.”
Fuck. Fuck.
Your heart stops in your chest as Nick sticks his head back between your legs. Biting your tongue, you try to hold back your whimper as his tongue swipes along your sensitive skin again. Your fingers wrestle against his head in your attempt to push him away. “Stop it, she’s going to know.”
“Answer your mom, sweetheart,” he only smiles against your cunt, breath hot against the moist skin.
He is relentless, hold never once loosening on your hips as he pins you down onto the bed and eats you out.
You have to reply, otherwise she’ll get suspicious. “H-hey, Mom.”
“Dinner’s ready! Have you seen Nick? He’s not in his room,” she says quizzically from the other side of the door.
That’s because he’s there between your legs, eating your pussy like it’s a five-course meal. “Um, not sure—” you muffle a yelp when Nick nips the inside of your thigh and you shoot a glare at him. “I’ll find him and make sure we come down for dinner.”
“Great, thanks, honey.”
As soon as the two of you hear her footsteps fading away, Nick goes all in. He’s pushing his fingers inside of you the same time he’s licking you all over, pressing his tongue against your clit, circling it. You’re a mess underneath him, nearly thrashing around as he fucks you open with his mouth.
Every nerve inside of you is buzzing. Your heart is in your throat. Your body is strung so tight and you’re just waiting for that moment when your pleasure climbs and climbs and climbs, before you completely crumble in his hands, stars exploding before your eyes.
You shove your face into a pillow to dampen the sound of your cries, your moans, your whimpers as your hips grind down against his face to draw out your orgasm. Nick doesn’t let up, instead licking up your cream until you feel overstimulated, until you have to push his face away from between your legs.
“Fuck, I’m too sensitive,” you whine.
“Pretty when you cum, sweetheart.”
A short laugh escapes you as you throw an arm over your eyes. Your body sinking into the mattress as you feel your muscles finally unwind. “I can’t believe we did that,” you huff then peek at him. “I want to return the favor but we should probably head downstairs first. Don’t want them coming back up to check on us.”
“It’s not a favor. Like I said, I only want to take care of you,” Nick says as he crawls up to kiss you. You taste yourself on his tongue, feeling that familiar warmth stir again inside of you.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have my own dessert after dinner. A little cream in my tea?”
Nick sighs with a content smile. “I can work with that.”
Please read the warnings before reading any FF. Most of them are +18
<part19 | library | part21>
August 2026
James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
by @smorgaswhored
⚕️At your back door yellin | +18 | 30k | When your neighbor saves you from a tight spot, you go out of your way to thank him. You quickly find out that he doesn’t want your thanks — actually, he doesn’t want anything to do with you. The hurt stings while the curiosity burns, but the cracks begin to show when tensions rise. Is it a classic neighborhood dispute, or is there something bigger hiding beneath the surface?
⚕️CAUTION: Slippery When Wet! | What starts as an innocent chore ends with weaponized hoses, makeshift water bombs, and questionable clothing choices. Bucky swears you started it, but he’s glad you did.
⚕️it's been a long, long time by @buckytakethewheel | +18 | series | Sergeant Barnes writes a letter home and tells you all about it, which only results in your walls further breaking down.
⚕️Sympathy is a Knife by @tw1sters | +18 | 16k | Your lives have always moved in parallel: close enough to touch, yet separated by an irreconcilable distance. Bucky is a prince and you are his sister's lady-in-waiting. But love ignores rank, and so does the kingdom's newest desire-inducing substance.
⚕️Barnes Knows Best by @stanmarvelous | series | One date has changed everything. What should be an ordinary summer day at Rockaway with friends becomes the turning point between what was and what could be.
⚕️GODS, GORE & GROPING by @winteryn | +18 | your habit of talking to yourself inadvertently catches the attention of something ancient lurking in the shadows.
by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
⚕️One More Thing | +18 | series | your boss is a hard man to please.
⚕️wallpaper by @cosmicbucky | bucky finds out how to change the wallpaper on your phone, and takes every opportunity he can to do so. until one day he doesn't have the heart to
⚕️Wedded Bliss by @gutsby | +18 | series | The marriage was arranged, and the sex is deranged. Bucky is so obsessed with your pussy that he almost forgets he’s meant to be faking this whole thing—and hating it, like sworn enemies are supposed to do.
by @godmadeaterribleerror
⚕️good 4 u | +18 | you've got a no good boyfreind. lucky bucky's here, to show you what you deserve
⚕️Blue Moon | series | In the early 1930s, your path crosses with a young, bright eyed boy who doesn't seem to know the pain of the world. You ask him to wait. He does with a smile. Through time and war, you love him with the burn of all your heart. Across oceans and between worlds, he loves you so much he swears he could never forget.
⚕️what if he's mine | +18 | you fell for bucky a long, long while ago. and you think about him, every day and every night. if only you knew that he thought about you too.
by @bucksangel
⚕️spicy | +18
⚕️how he spoils you | +18 | the many different ways soft!dom!bucky spoils you.
by @slutdier
⚕️don't get caught | +18 | he’s js so into sneaking around with u in the tower
⚕️love at first bite | +18 | 28k | James “Bucky” Barnes has haunted the world for seven hundred years, cold, heartless and buried since the plague stole his last love. Until you, all warm sunlight and trouble, slammed into his night and woke the monster. Now he’s obsessed. Starving for your scent, your sleep, your soul.
⚕️you wanted me like this | +18
⚕️Wildest Dreams by @brunchable | +18 | series | You were raised to dislike men like Bucky Barnes, and he made it easy— he's arrogant, infuriating, and far too interested in getting under your skin. What starts as nothing but friction turns into something reckless, something neither of you is supposed to want. You don’t belong in his world, and he has no place in yours, which is exactly why it can’t last. But someday, when you leave him behind like you were always meant to, you’ll both realize the same thing too late—enemies were never supposed to feel like this.
⚕️met you at the right time by @street-smarts00 | A mix up at your favorite coffee shop introduces you to a kind stranger that you can’t help but fall for.
by @fckmebarnes
⚕️bathed in moonlight | +18
⚕️open wide | +18
⚕️fight by @nicks-fowler | You think you could take Bucky ?
⚕️salt and pepper by @herejustforbuckybarnes | +18 | Dean Barnes had gone into hiding mode weeks after magical weeks together. Curiosity and resentment led you to confront him — nonetheless, you weren't expecting that he was hiding his salt-and-pepper hair. Time to show him you love him no matter what.
by @buckysdecaflove
⚕️Not so sudden. | +18 | You learn you're pregnant after having something not that casual with your professor, and he then shows you how ready he is to take care of you and your baby.
⚕️69 | +18 | Bucky was a gonner the first time he ever got to touch you. He was not even sure how he had survived without you all this time.
by @w1nter-fairy
⚕️Academic Probation | +18 | James Buchanan Barnes has spent his entire career believing discipline solves everything. Then a brilliant, chronically late graduate student walks into his office, challenges every opinion he has and somehow turns his carefully ordered life upside down.
⚕️Bookmarked | +18 | Bucky always knows what you're reading. Mysteries, fantasy, historical fiction. He listens to every ramble, remembers every plot and never questions the ever-growing collection of sticky notes peking out of your books. Until one novel introduces a new color: Red. Unfortunately (or fortunately) curiosity gets the best of him.
⚕️Sink Your Teeth In Me by @elixirfromthestars | +18 | You and Bucky are supposed to attend Sam's party on Halloween. However, when you show up to his place looking like temptation itself—he gets other ideas on how to spend the night with you.
⚕️Brotherly Protection Details and the Boyfriends who Avoid Them by @buckybarnesfic | Bucky goes to visit his sister but something seems... different.
⚕️A Heart in Hiding by @vunblr | +18 | Caught between the shadows of his past and an unexpected connection, Bucky wrestles with his demons and his growing feelings for a new Avenger.
⚕️No escape from feelings by @imnotjustreadingg-volume-two | +18 | 14k | new to the team and is all bubbly/happy, is mostly in a good mood, smiles, is kind and calm just shy, well a sunshine, a goddie on two feet. She meets Bucky and the res t of the new Avengers.
Benjamin "Dex" "Bullseye" Poindexter
by @aquaticmercy
⚕️Just a Girl! | You tell Dex he needs to earn the right to kiss you. His efforts are… interesting.
⚕️Putting Dex on a Leash | +18
⚕️Calming Dex Down
⚕️Dex Learns Your Tricks | +18
⚕️his cheek scar by @daystarpoet
⚕️dabih by @mcrdvcks | series | Dex finds himself watching you more than Matt as he tries to learn all about you.
⚕️In His Bed by @navybrat817 | +18 | Dex loves coming home and seeing you in his bed.
⚕️his gentle touch by @lonelypony-m | you're sick and Dex's taking care of you
⚕️The mystery next door by @callsign-tangerine | When you move in next door, you become a mystery for Dex to solve.
⚕️Firsts by @machiavelliam | +18 | Make out session
⚕️Virgin by @poindexs | +18
⚕️Touch Me by @yoursinfulurges | +18 | Dex was unfamiliar with the concept of physical touch and romance until he begins dating a seamstress that has rendered him desperately hungry for more, and he begins to understand why most people found dating enjoyable.
⚕️THE NIGHT WITCH by @poiindexters | trauma nurse by day, healer by night. you run a word of mouth clinic in the rougher burrows of nyc where anyone can seek out your services. and you somehow end up with a stray.
by @daxisyzz
⚕️third excuse this week | Dex finds an excuse to walk past your desk almost every single day, and he is spectacularly bad at pretending it's a coincidence.
⚕️ Take My Picture | someone who takes pictures of vigilantes (kinda like a paparrazi) and one night you were scouting around and bullseye notices you and after that meeting he can´t seem to forget you
⚕️Nosy Neighbour by @devisedplan | dex quickly learns that he has a rather snoopy next-door neighbour and uses that to his advantage amusement
⚕️needy by @leonsthiccbooty | poor dex crashes out thinking you've left him
⚕️ WORLD IN MY EYES by @deusexgirlfriend | series | YOU are an anonymous resistance hacker. DEX is a client. it should only be simple information drops from you to him, but the thing about vigilantes? none of them are simple.
⚕️relationship by @cedarandcosmos | On a visit to your local supermarket with your boyfriend Dex you noticed a young cashier looking at you and smirking flirtatiously your way. You usually were a more reserved but also polite person so you smiled back due pure kindness towards another human being. What you didn’t notice was how your boyfriend was stiffening up beside you as he saw how that cashier was eyeing you. Pure jealousy flowing through Dex made him definitely more protective who lurks at his star from that situation onwards.
⚕️Behind the Mask. by @dazened | You’re the only person on a corrupt task force who knows the "Daredevil" they’re hunting is actually your co-worker, Special Agent Poindexter. But between the embedded corruption and the way Dex looks at you, you're starting to realize you'd rather be on the wrong side of the law with him.
⚕️Dressing Room by @amberlynnmurdock | Dex takes guarding your dressing room at Lululemon a little too seriously.
⚕️cat-like shadow by @htchnr | a short drabble on Dex's intense and desperate need for closeness.
⚕️Special Delivery by @yearningforsolitude | You are his new neighbor
Other
by darkficsyouneveraskedfor
⚕️The Man in his Castle | +18 | Charles Blackwood x reader | A co-ed discovers that money is still king.
⚕️Little Miss Sunshine | +18 | Nick Fowler x reader | series | a bored man needs a new light in his life.
⚕️A Place in the Sun | +18 | Nick Fowler x reader | series | Trouble in the big city follows you back to your sleepy village home.
⚕️bunny by @targaryenstar | shane maguire x reader | shane has been a man who works best alone, until you. the woman he just can't shake.
⚕️puppy love by buckytakethewheel | +18 | 18k | Leo Reilly x reader | The first time you and Leo met was as seven year olds on a playground. His first words to you? “You’re gonna be my wife”. Almost two decades later, you’ve heard that phrase leave his mouth more times than you can count. But is there a chance it will ever mean something real?
⚕️splitting me in half again by @usermaisy | +18 | shane maguire x reader
⚕️discoverers by @kissmepostsstuff | +18 | shane maguire x reader | Shane discoverers you don't know how to kiss properly, so he decides he's gonna be the one that teaches you.
⚕️headcanons by @snwfairy | +18 | shane maguire x reader
⚕️long night in by @reveriecodydex | +18 | shane maguire x reader | Shane comes over for dinner. And something a little more...
⚕️rabbit teeth by @killshotx | +18 | series | shane maguire x reader | Shane Maguire is used to getting the women he wants.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Nick Fowler x Reader
Summary: You have Bucky and Nick's attention.
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Tension, attraction, Bucky Barnes and Nick Fowler (they're warnings, okay?).
A/N: Day 28 of the January Jumble Scribbles Challenge. Prompt: “I actually watch her back and not her backside.” ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Nick wasn’t surprised to find Bucky in the gym since that’s where you were. Everywhere you went, both men seemed to follow. It was like that since day one, both of them offering to show you around, train with you, whatever you needed. Calling them moths to a flame felt too cliché while also being true.
It got under Nick’s skin a bit since he didn’t want you to hold that kind of power over him.
It got under Bucky’s skin, too, knowing that the director wanted you as badly as he did.
“How’s she doing?”
“Doing well, like always,” Bucky said, not taking his eyes off you while you sparred with another agent.
“And you’re watching her like a hawk, like always,” Nick muttered, tampering down his excitement when you threw both of them a smile.
“Unlike some people, I actually watch her back and not her backside.”
“Yet, you’re staring at her ass as we speak.”
The ex-soldier stood to his full height when the agent got in your space. “Better I stare at her ass instead of marching over and breaking his fingers.”
Nick smirked when your foot shot out and swept your opponent’s legs out from under him. He wanted to break his fingers, too. “Looks like she can take care of herself.”
“She can,” Bucky agreed, a small smile touching his lips. “But she won’t have to since I’ll be with her on her next mission.”
A surge of jealousy flowed through the director’s veins. “Maybe I’ll just have to oversee this mission myself.”
Steel eyes narrowed, tension spiking between the men. “That’s beneath your paygrade, isn’t it?”
“I’m viewing it as investing time in our new star agent.”
And it was only a matter of time before one or both of them had you.
a/n: i've had this fantasy floating around in my brain ever since i came up with this au. damn it feels good to finally have it written out all sluttily as it deserves to be
summary: “well, well, well… what do we have here…” he slowly swept his broad thumb across your tender flesh as he gazed down at the discovery, “just a friend, huh? However, did you manage to lose your panties hanging out with your friend? Come on, I think we’d all love to know.”
warnings: camgirl!reader x various, pornstar!lee bodecker, pornstar!ari levinson, pornstar!lloyd hansen, pornstar!nick fowler, smut, porn au, college au, reader’s porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), filming pornography, reader has been in the porn industry for a while now (maybe a few months?), voyeurism, exhibitionism, gangbang, daddy kink (probably the only scenario where you can catch me playing around with this kink, because in most circumstances it's sadly not my cup of tea), classic porn step fantasy, impact play, pussy inspection, hair pulling, masturbation, fingering, pussyjob, oral, handjob, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, multiple orgasms, squirting, penetrative sex, anal, unprotected sex
word count: 2850
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“Hey beautiful,” you heard over your shoulder as you sat in the kitchen of the rented house you found yourself in, putting the last finishing touches on your makeup for today’s shoot.
Twisting around, you swiftly leapt from your seat as you recognised the figure leaning against the doorframe “Ari!” you threw your arms around his bulky form, “hi! How are you?”
“Can’t complain,” his broad palm ran down your spine before you retracted from the embrace, “how about you? I’ve heard you’ve been quite busy lately.”
“Yeah, I have,” a short giggle bubbled out of you, “but it’s been so much fun, though I’m still figuring out the balancing act between this, camming and school.”
As his feet then began to shuffle, your own shifted as well and carried you back out into the other room where crew members slipped around and prepped the space. With half of their attention directed at their work, their heads still twisted as they zigzagged between the rest of the stars for today’s fantasy, as the guys, lounging on the set, dragged their old friends into whatever they were chatting about.
“Oh, I didn’t know you’d all arrived,” each of their head twisted at the sound of your voice, “I thought Ari was the only one apart from me.”
“Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart,” Nick caught your palm as you neared the poker table they surrounded and pressed his lips to the back of it.
“Good to see you again, Nicky,” you chuckled as the warmth of his peck lingered on your skin.
“Oh, you guys have worked together before?” Ari sank down into the last of the chairs around the games table.
“Uhm, well, we have,” you gestured to the brunette who’d just kissed your hand, “a fun little POV shoot a month ago,” your gaze then drifted to Ari, “and we’ve of course worked together, I don’t think I’ll have to remind you of that,” you smiled before shifting your vision to the last two, “but, this is my first time with each of them,” you pointed between the two moustachioed men before grasping first the hand of the one to the left, “Lloyd,” a flutter flicked through your lower abdomen as you met the pornstar’s dazzling gaze, “hi.”
“Don’t get starstruck on me now,” he winked, “if you’re gonna cream your panties, wait till the camera’s rolling.”
Puffing out an airy laugh at his joke, “no promises,” you then shifted to catch the other man’s palm, “and Lee,” he slowly rose from his seat as he shook your hand, “or should I say daddy,” a small chuckle rumble in his chest as you warmed up to the title he’d get to adorn in today’s storyline, “wonderful to finally meet you.”
“You too,” he smiled, then added before he let go of your fingers, “I’ve been looking forward to finally working with you.”
“Really?” an amazed grin lit up your face as you blinked back at the seasoned professional.
“Oh yeah, just ask my agent. I’ve been quite literally begging for this to happen.”
“Have you ever shot a gangbang before?” Lloyd then asked.
“Uhm, no,” you shook your head, “first gangbang–, or well, on screen that is. Although I haven’t ever been with four guys at once before, so that’s new,” your glance flickered over each of their faces, “but I’m excited! I’m prepped and ready, this is gonna be fun.”
But before your face could heat up any further, the doors to the room burst open and in strolled, not only the head of the studio, Romanoff Productions, but also the visionary who had signed on to direct the shoot herself.
“Oh, great! You’re all here,” Natasha came to a stop right before you all, “then it won’t be long now,” she stated before landing her gaze on you, “Cherry, should we take a look at what you’re gonna wear?”
“Yeah,” you followed along as she then slipped back into her swift stride, “I brought a few options, some different plaid skirts, all depending on what colour you had in mind.”
The camera low in Natasha’s grasp shadowed your ass, shyly peeking out from under your short blue plaid skirt with every quiet step, as you sneaked down the hallway from the front door and into the dimly lit living room.
“Breaking curfew…” a deep voice then rumbled somewhere in the darkness.
Spinning around, you spotted the group of men surrounding the round table in the corner, “Lee! Oh my god,” faking a fright, you clasped a palm over your exposed chest, as your tight shirt wasn’t just sparsely buttoned, but also gathered up and tied around your waist.
“Lee?” Lloyd murmured and shifted the cards in his grasp, “is that what you call your stepfather?”
Sinking your teeth down into your bottom lip, you quietly uttered, “…daddy...”
“Good girl,” Lee nodded, though didn’t glance over his shoulder at you as he then dropped his cards to the table and sighed, “now, are you gonna tell me why you were out so late or should I just punish you without knowing the full reason? I’m fine either way,” his fingers gently played with a stack of poker chips beside him.
“Oh, I don’t know if that is necessary,” you swiftly shook your head and attempted to shuffle closer towards the staircase, “I'm only 45 minutes late–”
“Come here,” his command was low and clear as his glare finally locked upon your figure in the dark.
“What?” your fingers fiddled lightly with the hem of your skirt, fluttering just above where a pair of long socks stretched up to.
“Cherry, you can come here right now, or you can get out of my house.”
Though it was all just pretend, his low tone still sent a shiver down your spine, “you’re gonna kick me out? Just for staying out a little bit too late?”
“But that’s not all you were doing, was it?” he tilted his head before pushing his chair back a few inches from the poker table, “come on,” his palm came down to clap his thigh, “don’t act like this is the first time your bratty ass has needed to be taken over my knee.”
Glancing around to the others, “shouldn’t we go up to my room? You have company,” you added in a whisper.
“Oh, they don’t mind,” he stated, keeping his gaze locked upon you as he raised his voice, “do you boys?”
“Not in the slightest,” Nick smirked and leaned back in his seat, eyeing you just as brashly as the rest of them did.
Slowly, you closed the distance to stand beside Lee’s seated form, though before even offering you another glance, the older man seized your frame and tilted you over his lap.
With your bottom barely covered in your tiny schoolgirl skirt, a yelp slipped up from your lungs as Lee sent his hand down to land, not a light beginning tap across it, but a harsh smack that had you jumping in his lap.
“So, are you gonna come clean and tell us all what you have been up to, young lady?” he asked after you’d lost count of his generous spanks.
“I-I was just hanging out with a friend from school,” you squeaked and dug your fingers into his thigh.
Though as his palm came down upon your ass once again, the smack caused your flimsy skirt to flip up, just enough for him to catch sight of the secret it had been hiding.
“Well, well, well… what do we have here…” he slowly swept his broad thumb across your tender flesh as he gazed down at the discovery, “just a friend, huh? However, did you manage to lose your panties hanging out with your friend? Come on, I think we’d all love to know.”
But you kept your mouth shut as goosebumps pricked and covered your skin.
“Fine,” the word that left his lips was accompanied by a swift spank that soared across your bare bottom, “you don’t wanna talk? I’ll just have a look myself then,” he murmured before tilting closer, ever so slightly, and began to spread you apart.
“What are you–,” you peeked back at him over your shoulder, though your objection melted from your lips as his touch then swept through your glistening folds, “oh, f-fuck…”
“Doesn’t seem to me like you were just hanging out with a friend…” sticky strings of want created a web as Lee probed your puffy petals apart, letting him inspect your little hole, “…you know, I don’t ask much of you, but I do require you to obey my rules, and this?” his touch ghosted against your clit, making you swallow a moan, “this breaks nearly all of them.”
“I'm sorry, I just–”
“Sorry is not gonna cut it anymore! You’re gonna have to learn that there are consequences to your actions,” he growled before landing a swift slap against your glistening pussy, causing you to let out another cry.
As you tried to wiggle off his lap, the hand he’d had splayed across your lower back soared up to tangle itself in the hair at the base of your neck to keep you in place as he let his fingers sweep through your folds.
“You just need a bit tough love to learn the rules, that’s all…” he uttered over the sinful symphony of his persistent touch against your embarrassingly wet cunt.
“You’re a fucking pervert,” you grumbled through a heavy pant.
“You can call me whatever you want, I don’t fucking care,” his grip in your hair then tightened as he yanked you closer, your back having to arch to reach the angle he searched for, “you can either get what you deserve, or I can throw you out on your ass,” his breath fanned across your hot cheek as his lips nearly grazed it with every seething word he uttered, “it’s your choice.”
“…fine,” you finally replied through your gritted teeth before his grasp let go of your hair and sent you back down to stare at the floor.
Slowly, as Lee slipped a finger inside of you and gradually began to stretch you out, your eyes drifted shut and didn’t flutter back open till another one of his digits had eased inside of you and tickled out a quiet whimper, deep from within your soul. However, as you blinked your eyes back open, they fluttered up to discover the hard lengths that the others around the poker table had freed from their pants.
“Oh my god!” your eyes widened as you watched their fists slowly jerk up and down, leisurely stroking themselves as they stared at you, “Lee! Your friends, they’re–”
“Shh,” he kept up his touch as you began to quiver, “don’t mind them.”
By the time you were fighting the unbearable urge to cum, your body was flailing so fiercely that Lee had to clasp a forearm down around your waist in order to keep you over his lap. In the intoxicating fog you found yourself submerged in, someone caught your hand, and it wasn’t till moments later that it truly sank through your haze and you squinted over to discover Lloyd’s grasp engulfing your own, as he guided your touch over himself, his girth throbbing beneath your fingers. The vision alone was enough for you to throw in the towel and lose the battle to the high that then promptly washed over you.
Before your daze had a chance to fade, your frame was flipped back upright to briefly sit in Lee’s lap, and your reality was still so fuzzy that it took a moment for you to register when some of the others reached out to rip your shirt off, though the blue plaid that clung around your hips as well as the high socks, those were allowed to stay perfectly in place.
“You wanna fucking learn what happens to little sluts, huh?” Lee clutched your jaw in his grasp and growled against your cheek, “because that’s how you’re acting, so you might as well learn what it’s like to be treated as one.”
Flinging you around, he manhandled you onto the table, the others swiftly swiping away the cards and chip stacks out of the way before you landed in the middle.
“Since you’ve got no problem spreading your legs for your little friends, then mine shouldn’t be an issue either, should it now?”
“I–,” you panted, blinking up at Lee as he nudged your trembling thighs apart, “fuck…”
“What was that?” he smacked your sensitive cunt to conjure a clearer answer.
“Ah!” you let out a shriek, “no, daddy! Fine! Let them use me, what do I care!”
“Oh, you’ll care, babydoll…” Lloyd swiftly snatched up your right hand and brought it back to his cock, “must warn you, we aren’t as gentle as those little boys you hang out with.”
“But that’s alright, isn’t it?” Nick smirked as he seized your other hand and yanked it towards his own dick, “your cute little pussy deserves the punishment.”
Glancing between them all, you uttered, “you’re all sick.”
“Says the girl who just came,” Lloyd pointed out through a short chuckle.
“I did nothing wrong!” you continued, raising your voice, “everyone my age fools around! It’s not like I came home knocked up or anything–”
“Somebody shut her up,” Lee suddenly exhaled before Ari appeared above your head and swiftly stuffed his fat girth into your mouth, snuffing out the remainder of your sentence as it vibrated against his cock.
Your legs were then folded up till both Lloyd and Nick at your sides caught them and held your limbs in place, keeping you open for Lee as he fiddled with his fly.
Staring down at your pussy, Lee finally freed his cock and uttered, “now…” offering himself a gentle stroke as he took a step closer to you, “what are we gonna do to you…” he then tapped the heavy weight of his dick against your petals, making you squirm as sticky strings of desperation clung to his length, “maybe a little something here? Is that what you need in order to finally respect my rules?” he briefly flicked the bulbous head through your folds before his lips tilted into a sly smirk, “nah, I don’t think so… you need to be filled up somewhere that hasn’t already fucked tonight.”
And then, with the slickness now glistening up his cock, as well as the juices that had already leaked and dripped down, Lee began to split open your ass.
A cry promptly escaped you at the mind-numbing stretch, though as the sound vibrated against Ari’s girth, he only seized the opportunity and slid down even further till the staggering imprint of his size was bulging in your throat and his heavy sack was nuzzled up against your face.
“That’s it…” Lee groaned as he slowly filled you up, “that’s what you needed, isn’t it, kiddo?”
Though you had no clue who, a few of the men began to play with your tits, offering them playful smacks to make them jiggle hypnotically or even tug and pull on your pebbly nipples.
“Oh, would you look at that fucking cunt?” you heard Lloyd grunt as he watched closely at how your empty pussy was blowing euphoric bubbles, before you felt him reach down to grab your desperate core, pinching the puff a moment as they all marvelled in unison.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s enjoying her little lesson,” Ari chuckled as you choked on his cock.
“How could she not?” Nick reached down and slipped a finger inside your leaky hole, “you’re just a little whore for your stepdad and his friends, aren’t you?”
Sliding a digit in as well beside the other pornstar’s, Lloyd then murmured, “maybe instead of playing poker when we come over, we could all just play with you.”
Letting his cock slip out of your mouth, Ari craned down to touch you as well and began to bully your puffy clit, “yeah, you’d be a perfect little toy, wouldn’t you? Your daddy will teach you right how to treat us all.”
As Lee’s heavy sack smacked against your slick skin at his next deep thrust, you once again unravelled before them all, though this time in a rippling display that had your poor pussy gushing around the men’s fingers.
“Oh! That’s a good fucking girl!” Lee pulled his cock out of your ass before he joined in on the other’s torture, though didn’t stop till you were shaking violently beneath them and they couldn’t tickle forth anymore squirt from your overstimulated cunt, “I honestly didn’t think you had it in you, but just look,” he caught your eye, “you’re learning already.”
A smile found his features before he then, without warning, stuffed his girth into your pussy, beside the fingers that no one, not even himself, slipped out, but instead utilised the leverage to pry your clambering and sensitive pussy open for Lee’s fat girth.
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary: You have big plans for spring break but it all goes off the rails.
Characters: Nick Fowler
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Sometimes the fates align. Maybe that's too romantic but it has to be a sign. Why would the world keep bringing you and Jake together if there wasn't some reason?
The whole plot blossomed as a girls' trip. Your typical Spring Break getaway, but then it just so happened that Kelly booked the airBNB attached to another group of coeds, and those rowdy leaders happened to include the one and only, Jake Jensen.
It's like all year you've been circling each other. A shared elective, run-ins at parties you didn't want to be at, collisions in the campus cafe. It could be your steady diet of romcoms and cheesy novellas but you can't help but hope this is it. The perfect opportunity for him to confess the same feelings fluttering in your chest everytime you meet.
That same giddy bubbling brews on your stomach as you battle your reflection. You wish you'd thought to buy a new swimsuit. This old black one-piece speckled with little white daisies is so amateur. It's too safe. Too simple.
"So," Zoe leans on the door frame in a sheer sarong and blood orange bikini with strongs cross crossed at the back of the top and around her hips, "the guys texted. Said they got us a good spot at the beach."
"The guys..." You murmur as you pull on your crochet cover-up.
“It’s gonna be awesome! I know you were expecting it to be just us girls…”
“Totally cool.” You assure her.
“We got the cooler loaded up. Did you have anything to put in it?” She asks.
“Erm, oh yeah, just uh, one sec.” You abandon your efforts to turn your pumpkin into a royal carriage. You’re as ready as you’ll ever be.
You slip past Zoe and grab the four pack of organic sodas from your room. The blackberry tonic is zero alcohol but the glass bottles could fool anyone. You tear through the cardboard and slip them in with the cans. You’re sure to bury them in the ice to hide the labels.
You help Shella, the fourth of your group, carry the chest out of the house and haul it up into the back of Kelly’s tiny Kia. You squeeze into the back seat and hug your beach bag as you try not to jitter with nerves. Be cool. This is your chance. You and Jake on a beach. You try not to think about him without a shirt…
The drive is interminably long. You squirm as you rehearse your lines in your head. Don’t be too obvious. Be like Zoe. Be chill. Be nonchalant. Aloof, if you will.
Finally, you get to the beach. Well, the parking lot. It’s packed with SUVs and cars with bicycles strapped to their rooves and fenders. You help Shella with the cooler again as Zoe and Kelly shoulder their bags and gab about their fresh manicures.
You make your way down the narrow path between scruffy patches of roots and leaves and come out into the open swathe of sand. Kelly holds up her phone and squints, flicking up her sunglasses. “He said they’re around here… somewhere.”
A frisbee flies in your direction and Zoe yipes as it skims her sunhat and hits you in the shoulder. You wince and scowl. She turns to pick it up as her name wafts through the air.
“Colin!” She turns and flings it at him meanly.
“How else was I gonna get your attention?” He scoffs as he approaches, the hair on his chest speckled with sweat and his nose slightly sunburnt.
“Maybe don’t,” she sneers. He chuckles.
“Come on, babe, I got a strawberry kiwi vodka with your name on it.” He purrs.
“That won’t work on me.”
“It did last time,” he snickers.
“Shut the fuck up!” She exclaims.
He winks and turns, hooking his arm through hers. She lets him as he saunters forward. You follow with Shella as Kelly waves at the rest of the group. Your feet sink into the sand with the weight of the chest.
You catch sight of Jake as he grins at Kelly. Your heart flips. You slow, lost in the haze of the sweltering sun, or maybe your ridiculous crush. Shella huffs.
“They never do the hard work,” she grunts.
“Oh, sorry,” you hike up the cooler.
“It’s heavy as fuck,” she gripes.
“Hey, ladies, need some help?” A deep voice startles you as someone appears behind the chest.
Shella squeaks and you look up at the man. He’s older; there’s silver glimmering in his short hair and speckled through the thick stubble on his chin. He doesn’t wait for either of you to answer as he catches the handles, his knuckles pressed to yours.
“Oh, thanks, dude,” Shella says with a glint in her tone. “That’s like, so… valiant.”
The man chuckles. “That where you’re headed?” He gestures ahead to the group of guys with your companions.
“Uh, yeah, that’s us.” You answer.
He glances at you, his brow tweaks. “Really? You hanging around those chumps?” He easily holds the cooler. “Can’t even carry a heavy load for pretty girls like you?”
“Yeah, they suck,” Shella rolls her eyes and lets go. She turns and struts ahead. “Zoe, you bitch–”
You slowly detached from the cooler. “Um, thanks. That’s… nice.”
“No problem.” He starts forward and you walk awkwardly beside him. “What’s your drink of choice, huh? Tequila? This thing full of rose?”
“Aha, er… blackberry tonic.” You drone as your eyes stray ahead, clinging to Jake as his gaze finds yours.
“Tonic? Interesting.” The man remarks.
“Uh huh,” you utter mindlessly as you near the group, waving at Jake with a dumb grin.
The man grunts and sets down the cooler on the blanket spread out beneath another, a pair of sandals, and several crumpled towels. He stands straight and stretches. You turn as his shadow casts over you.
“Oh, well… thank you. I’ll let you get back to your own… er fun?” You sway nervously.
“Sure, doll face. And you can start yours.” He winks and stares at you. You squirm and chew your cheek. “Nick, by the way.”
He holds out his hand. You look at it; his fingers are thick. You hesitate at the old fashioned gesture but accept and murmur your name.
“Almost as pretty as you,” he smirks and lets you go. “Don’t get too wild on that tonic.”
He backs up slowly then finally turns. You watch his broad corded back as he retreats. His body doesn’t betray as much as the grey in his hair.
You quickly spin around as you hear Jake’s voice. You quickly slip in between Kelly and Shella. You smile at him. “Hey.”
“Hey. Didn’t see you earlier.” He drawls and pauses to sip the foam from a fresh cracked can.
“I was unloading the car.” You say.
He stares at you, silent for a moment. His throat bobs. Is he just as nervous as you?
“Oh, so, how’d you do on that Lit exam? I totally bombed.” He intones.
“I did okay.” You hide your disappointment. You don’t want to talk about class. “Er… how’s baseball?”
“Season’s over. Training won’t be for two months. Not much up.” He shrugs.
“Oh…”
“Jake!” Zoe trills as she skips over. “You said you were going to show me that butterfly paddle.”
“Did I?” He turns away from you.
You deflate, just slightly. Well, you can’t expect to be the main character. You’ll get your chance. You just need to shake your nerves off.
Jake strides off with Zoe towards the water. You turn as Shella digs out a can from the cooler. You’re tempted to bum some vodka off her but you’re not one for drinking. It just makes your head hurt. You just need to breathe and get yourself together.
You grab a tonic and struggle with the metal cap. Right. You didn’t think of that. You look around; Colin’s getting handsy with Kelly, his eyes darting out to Zoe in the water, and Shella’s shaking her head at Chase as he flexes, and Hayden smacks his arm to make him stop. Somehow you always end up the odd one out.
You swallow and near the group still ashore. No one notices as an argument breaks out between Chase and Hayden about the barbeque back at the airBNB. Shella blows a raspberry and tells them they’re both stupid.
You chuckle and Chase sneers at you. “Oh, you’re here.”
You wince. “Sorry, I–”
“And what’s that you’re drinking?” He snatches your drink before you can back up. “Horse piss?” He pretends to read the label. “Lame. Soda?”
“Hey, give it back.” You reach for it and he drops it past your grasp. It spills on the blanket beneath your feet.
“Fuck, now look what you did.” He spits.
“No, you–”
“Chase, you’re a dick.”
“She fucking laughed at me.” He kicks the bottle and turns his attention on Shella. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you, baby.”
You pick up the bottle and frown at the dregs left in the bottom. Hayden ignores you as he pretends to be distracted with the strings on his swimsuit. Colin and Kelly get closer and closer to each other at the corner of the blanket. Great… maybe you can go out and hang with Zoe and Jake.
You lean the mostly empty bottle against the side of the cooler. You toy with the tails of your cover-up and eye the water. You search out Zoe and Jake. They’re splashing each other out in the tides.
You lift your coverup over your head and put it on your beach bag. You cross the blanket and stop short. As you step into the sand, you watch as Zoe and Jake tangle up in each other.
Time slows down as they sway around and your chest pits as they get closer and closer. Their lips meet and your breath is crushed from your lungs. Your eyes sting as Colin snarls loudly.
“The fuck, Zoe?!”
Kelly squeals as Colin throws his can in the sand and shoulders past her. She scoffs and watches him. “Ew. Fuck off, dude. Ugh!”
Chase cackles as he drapes his arm around Shella. “Amateurs.”
Hayden looks up from a book and sighs. You swallow tightly and look down. You quickly flick away your shock and horror with your lashes. You force a smile.
“Is… there a bathroom around here?” You croak out.
“I saw one on the way in. Out in the lot.” Kelly says. “What a fucking douche, huh?”
“Not really. Zoe is objectively hotter.” Chase snorts.
“Fuck off, micro dick.” Kelly retorts, earning another laugh from the jerk.
“Dude,” Shella pushes his arm off her. “You’re a dick.”
“Big one,” he taunts as he grabs his shorts.
“Um… gotta go.”
You flee quickly across the beach, forgetting your bag and coverup for the flurry in your stomach. You don’t think anyone realises or cares about your heartbreak but you can’t sit and stew in it with them. You hurdle up the jagged path to the lot, sandals clapping under your feet, and barge into the bathrooms.
You hide in a stall. You grip your head and focus on breathing. You can’t be upset over something that never was. The whole thing with Jake was never really anything. It was all in your head. Yet, it hurts so bad.
You should’ve known. You’re not good enough. You’re not a TikTok hottie like Zoe or a breezy blonde like Kelly; you’re you. Plain, unassuming, nothing special about you. But Jake isn’t like those other guys; he’s sweet and smart and… too good for you.
You shudder and stare at the stall door. Someone knocks. Dang.
“Sorry, uh…” you flush the toilet then open the door.
You squeeze past the impatient beach body and stop to wash your hands at the sink. You step out and head back to the path. You can see them on the blanket; Jake and Zoe are back and still all over each other. You can’t make yourself go back.
Just walk it off. You get to the end of the path and head in the opposite direction. The smell of greasy fries and onions tug at your nose. There’s food trucks parked at the other end of the sand. You clomp through the sand in your flip flops, running from the reality behind you.
Shoot. You left your bag behind. You can’t even treat your lovesickness with a dose of fried carbs.
You stop between the lines, resisting inevitability. You’ll have to go back eventually. Not yet. You’re still too frazzled. You have to play it cool. You can’t let anyone know how stupid you really are. Deluded, even.
“Hey,” you’re startled by the same deep voice as before. “You again.”
You turn to that man. Nick. He has a shirt on but it’s unbuttoned and shows off his muscles. You bat your lashes and try to smile. You can’t.
“Do you like strawberry?” He offers.
He has two cups in his hand; some sort of slushy.
“Um…”
“I asked for cherry but they made the wrong one first time so I got a freebie.” He says. “But I can take the strawberry if you’d rather cherry.”
“Hm, oh… don’t you…”
“Here with a buddy. He’s got kids. I needed a break and he’s into keto or whatever. No sugar.” He explains. “Hate for it to go to waste.”
“It’s nice of you but…” you stare at the cup. A thousand times on campus they warned you about taking drinks from strangers but they meant fratboys and their raging hormones. This guy’s older and he’s there with a dad. He could even be a dad himself. “Okay, that’s… sweet.”
“You seem like you need it. Doing all the work.” He holds out the light pink cup. “You look sad. Your friends got you like that?”
“It’s really not… you know, college drama.” You shrug. “Really. I’m sure you have bigger problems.” You accept the cup. It’s so cold it hurts your hand. “I’ll let you enjoy your alone time.”
“Nah, it’s all good. I just didn’t want to be around screaming grade schoolers.” He says. “I don’t mind a pretty girl.”
You shake your head. “Right. That’s…”
“Coming on a bit strong, huh?” He smirks. “I get it. I saw the way you were looking at that guy. He’s real cute. Totally you’re type.”
You move out of the way as the lines around you shift. He gestures you out from those waiting for their orders. You slowly retreat as he follows.
“I’m not his…” You mutter.
“Really?” He asks. “Doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
“You…” you stop and face him. “You don’t even know me.”
“Not for lack of trying.” He insists. “It’s Spring Break. College goes by fast. Live while you’re young. All those cliches.” He stops to suck on the straw. “Trust me.” He licks his lips. “It really does pass you by.”
“Maybe it’s not a bad thing.”
“Not too late to turn it around.” He looks around, “hey, there’s shade.” He points. “Sit, drink, it’ll help.”
“I…” you glance down the beach. “Sure.” You turn and follow his finger to the shady spot beside the tree. The sand is cooler there. “Thanks, again.”
“No problem. Maybe some of my luck will rub off on you.” He says.
You turn and he offers his hand. He helps you sit before he settles in next to you. This isn’t how you expected this vacation to go but it seems like you expected too much. You bend your legs, leaning your forearms on your knees, and cradle the cup.
“Gonna try it?” He asks.
“Oh, uh… yeah.”
“Cheers.” He holds up his cup.
You move stiffly. You tap your cup off his then drink. He does too. It’s so sweet your cheeks pinch. You blink.
“Oof, sugary.” You say.
“Just a little,” he agrees. You peek over and find him watching you. “So, college girl, what are you studying?”
“It’s lame. Ugh… infrastructure planning. You know, city streets and whatever.”
“Huh, interesting.”
“Not really.”
“No, it is. That’s good work. I mean, imagine the chaos if there was no one doing it? No stop signs, no street lights… no rules.” He stops and hums. “As much fun as that can be, there has to be some order.”
You push your shoulders up. It’s like he’s insinuating something but you’re not sure. You think you’ve learned your lesson. You won’t read into things. They’re not that deep.
“I guess. My dad said it will get me a good job. Good retirement plan. So… that’s life. Always trying to figure out how to pay the bills.”
“You’re not far off.”
“What… do you do?” You ask.
“Security.” He says. “Boring stuff.”
“Oh, like… a guard or something?”
“Or something.” He says. “Really, not very interesting.”
“Right,” you nod. You take another drink. You examine the cup. There’s layers to it, the ice separating from the liquid.
“My buddy didn’t really think this out when he picked the dates. Place is crowded.” He says. “But I can’t complain. Meeting pretty girls and all.”
“Yeah, lots of them around here.” You drone.
“And yet, there’s only one I’m looking at.” He muses.
You look at him again. You drink nervously, draining all of the sugary liquid. So fast, it clogs your throat. You cough and cover your mouth, planting the cup of ice in the sand on your other side.
“You see, the young ones don’t get it. Boys. But a man, a real man sees exactly what you are, doll face.” He touches your shoulder. You flinch and turn back to him. “You’re the prize. Sweet thing like you.”
“Oh, um…”
“Smile for me. Please.” He pets your skin.
You stare at him, stunned by his forwardness. Moreso, burning in your own flesh. You gulp and smile. He bites his lip.
“You really are something, doll face.” His fingers follow the strap of your swimsuit. “This is… nice too.” You look down at your swimsuit. “Daisies… so innocent.” He growls. “Can I pluck your flower, doll face?”
You blink at him and a gloss softens your vision. You furrow your brows and try to flick away the glaze. You rub your eyes.
“Um, I should… go.”
You get up to your knees and waver. You fall back onto your bottom. You grab your head as it bobbles on your neck. “Oh…”
“Shh, honey. It’s so hot out here, sweating and all. You shouldn’t be drinking so fast.”
“Was there… alcohollll.” Your voice drags on your tongue.
“Not much. Not enough to…interact with the good stuff.”
“Inter… inter…” you babble.
He hushes you again. He gets closer and stretches his arm across your back. He hauls you up but you can’t stand on your own. You have no choice but to lean on him.
“Better get you somewhere safe before the beach police see you. Public intoxication is more than a ticket.” He drawls.
“Wh-what?”
“I got you, doll face.” He purrs as he ushers you away from the beach and past the shady tree.
“What are you–what’s going–” You slur. “Something’s… wrong.”
Your feet are heavy and clumsy. He’s quiet as he urges you on. As you get to the parking lot, he’s as good as carrying you.
He takes you to an SUV. The locks click loudly. He pops open the hatch. The seats are folded down. He peers around then scoops you up. He puts you in as you gurgle, eyes rolling under your lids.
“It’s alright, doll face.” He coaxes as he brings your wrists together and uses a bungee cord to secure them. “I know how to treat a pretty thing like you.” He ties your ankles too. “I know better than to let a good thing go so easy.” He shoves a folded cloth in your mouth and wraps another strip around your head. “I’m gonna make all those dreams you had about that silly boy even better.”
He pulls a tarp over you and the car jolts as he shuts the hatch. You grunt as your head thrums and the blackness pulses in your eyes. The cold sensation of the plastic and rough felt of the interior fades into a prickly void.
